Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 594 Picked up from the garbage heap

The door of the presidential suite was opened, and Shen Zhiyan was the first to go in. An Ming and Fei Qing stood at the door, waiting for Shen Lingye to enter, and then went back and forth, closing the door.

After sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, Shen Zhiyan showed no trace of fatigue. When he reached the living room, he took off the long windbreaker on his body first, then walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

"Let's go out first." The man's stern voice slowly spread in the living room.

An Ming and Fei Qing exchanged glances, exited the living room back and forth, closed the door, and stood at the entrance.

After the door was closed behind him, there was a terrible silence in the living room.

The strong smell of smoke began to permeate the air, and Shen Zhiyan's broad back turned into a mountain under the sunlight. Although he was silent, he had an unshakable sense of strength.

The father and son seemed to be competing, and neither of them spoke in a hurry.It wasn't until Shen Zhiyan finished smoking the cigarette in his hand that he turned around and put it down towards Shen Lingye.

He was wearing a black shirt with a silver-gray dark pattern vest on the outside. The movement of holding a cigarette butt in his hand made him look elegant and calm, showing aristocratic temperament.

He passed the coffee table, turned slightly sideways, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and then took two steps to walk in front of his son.

Without any warning, the originally handsome noble man suddenly raised his hand, involuntarily sending his fist towards his son!
A man in his forties, with a vigorous body, moved the surrounding air when he raised his hand, and Shen Lingye even heard the sound of his fist piercing the airflow.

Shen Lingye could dodge this punch, but he didn't.

He didn't even move his eyelids, just kept standing in place, and let the punch land on his lower abdomen.

The radiating pain immediately spread around the lower abdomen, and Shen Lingye staggered, knocking down a bamboo chair behind him, bringing down the small square table beside it, and a set of crystal glasses on it.

Bah!
The thud of objects was transmitted through the living room door.

Both Fei Qing and An Ming's scalps were tense, and they exchanged glances quickly, but neither of them spoke.

After punching, Shen Zhiyan didn't stop. He looked at his son coldly, turned his head to the side and twisted his neck, then his eyes sank, he stepped forward vigorously, grabbed his windbreaker collar, and slammed the wheel towards his neck punched.

This punch was stronger than the one just now, and for a moment, Shen Lingye even felt that his breathing was stagnant.

He fell to the ground in embarrassment again, and was about to stand up on the ground when Shen Zhiyan kicked him in the chest.

Shen Lingye fell back to the ground again, under his hands was a broken crystal cup, the sharp edges cut through his bare, exposed skin, and immediately soaked in blood.

"Did I pick you up from the garbage dump just to make you commit such a crime?"

Shen Zhiyan looked down at him from above, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Shen Lingye coughed heart-piercingly, and he let out a muffled snort, sat up with his arms propped up, and gasped for breath again, clutching his chest.

"I'll give you rights, respect, money and women, and I'll pave a bright future for you. How about you?" Shen Zhiyan stepped forward and walked to Shen Lingye's side.

He looked at his son who bowed his head and said nothing, and the anger in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

"For a woman to do this kind of thing, you are really my good son, Shen Zhiyan!" Shen Zhiyan's voice was rough and low, speaking fast, with gnashing of teeth angrily.

(End of this chapter)